A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So a while ago -StrawberryPoptart-suggested I start a Mystrade Oneshot book....so here it is!!!!! I know a lot of you guys love Mystrade as much (if not more) than JohnLock so here is a book full of oneshots about these two!!! Enjoy<3

Greg was miserable.

His wife was cheating again, his buddies had bailed on him, and he had the weirdest day at work. It really did wonders towards dampening one's mood when you get called an idiot about a thousand times by a temperamental young man.

Sherlock Holmes had ripped into NSY, all cheekbones and intelligence, screaming at Lestrade about how stupid everyone on the force was and how they had let the killer walk free. It wasn't the first time the crazy young man had tried to butt in on an investigation, and Greg had a strange feeling it wouldn't be the last.

"Detective Inspector?" Greg turned towards the voice to see a new man sitting next to him. The man was well dressed, looking incredibly out of place in the run-down little pub.

"Can I help you?"

"Perhaps. My name is Mycroft Holmes. I believe you know my little brother?" Greg sighed and rolled his eyes. He should have made the connection, this man carried himself like Sherlock Holmes, confident and posh.

"What's wrong? Sherlock come to you complaining about getting kicked out again? I took his data, but he can't just tag along on an investigation, I explained that to him."

"Sherlock did not ask me to speak to you."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to employ you to help me watch my brother." Greg almost choked on his beer.

"What?"

"I need to keep my little brother under surveillance, and am willing to pay you handsomely if you will allow him to consult for you and report his behaviours back to me." Greg laughed, rubbing his face with his hands and shaking his head.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's wrong, and a little weird honestly. Why do you need him watched?"

"My brother just finished a lengthy stint in rehab and I want to ensure he doesn't fall back to drugs." Greg's eyes widened, he wouldn't have pegged the prissy boy that was at the station today to be a druggie. He pursed his lips, looking over at the man beside him. He was somewhat attractive, his confidence adding an intriguing air to him. There was an honesty in his eyes that belied his casual tone.

"You really care about the kid, don't you?"

"Yes, Detective Inspector. My little brother may be abrasive, but his mind is incredible. He would be a great service to you at New Scotland Yard. I would hate to see him ruin his mind just because he is bored." Greg nodded, taking another swig of his beer to help bolster his confidence.

"Tell you what, I'll help your brother, but I'm not reporting back to you and I don't want your money." Mycroft looked stunned for a moment before composing himself.

"Are you certain Detective Inspector? I can pay you very well."

"I'm certain. I lost a cousin to drugs last year, don't want you to have to go through that."

"I don't like feeling as though I owe people." Greg stood, throwing a couple of notes down on the bar.

"Tell you what, buy me dinner and we'll call it even." Mycroft looked at him, confusion filling his face.

"But, are you not married?" Greg smiled bitterly.

"Not for long Mr. Holmes." He pulled out his card, flipping it over. "You got a pen?" Mycroft nodded and handed him an expensive looking pen. He scribbled his personal phone number on the back of the card. He reached over to Mycroft and slid the card into his breast pocket with a wink. "Call me sometime." Mycroft's face turned a lovely shade of pink at the action as Greg turned and walked away, leaving the older Holmes sibling flustered at the bar.